Ananda Alves - Roulette

A room.
Four walls.
One bed and a cup of coffee.

A chair.
Some air.
One tired clock.

Pick a soul.
Lock it in a bottle.
Shake it until it vanishes.

Break a heart.
Cut it in two.
Hear its scream.

Block the windows.
Chained dreams.
Lie on the floor.

Bleed a painting.
Feed the angst.
Pull the trigger of a gun called truth.

Ananda Alves

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